Hourglass Filled With Mud

Time fucks with me something fierce
I could be counting for the next two centuries
And still come up short
The end is near, I'm sure of it
And I won't be caught empty-handed
I've got a bucket list to get to
Cross out like it's a race against a turtle
And I'm the hare

Sick of waiting to take what's mine
I'll find a way to shove
The hands of the clock down father time's throat
And once my list is nothing but lines
I'll ball it up and call it quits
On this wretched bitch of a life

I'll flip that bucket upside down
Fly to the top before I fall
Consider it kicked and you can bet your ass
I won't let my feet hit the floor
I'll click my heels if I need to
Maybe another kind of Kansas will take me back
I'm done with this one
But I won't go down blind
No sack over my head
Let the eyes bug and bulge
Let hazel be red and white roll like marbles

I wanna see the gates myself
Heaven or hell makes no difference
Just get me out of this never-ending apocalypse



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Dring
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